Between Us

Distances

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While love is transforming the lover, kindness stands nearby watching, offering a cup of tea and gentle words. -SR

Larry woke up to a freezing coldness in the room that burned his skin. The cracked window had let in frosty air for hours so the room temperature dropped dramatically. The carnage of the previous night surrounded him. Ever so carefully, he rolled out of Laurent's arm horrified of the scene. His still wet clothes in a heap, the broken door smeared with his brother's blood caused his heart to skip a pace. In all their years, he'd never witness Laurent's wrath like that, and his body felt the remnants of the aftermath.

One palm on the carpet, he watched the rise and fall of his twin's chest praying silently for him to stay asleep until he could escape. He pulled himself away from the sleeping man dragging his sore body in the direction of the dresser. When the drawer creaked, he heard Laurent moaning in his sleep. Larry froze in place until he felt sure that Laurent wouldn't wake.

How did they get to place in their relationship where women kept interfering in their bond? He thought that Laurent's love affair with Lena was solid. He didn't understand why Lau would lie to him because they'd been painfully honest about talking about things in the past. If the sleeping man on the floor truly loved him then why would he treat him the way he did? Why abuse his body the way he did? More importantly, why couldn't they just treat each other with the same love and tenderness that they showed to the women they'd dated?

He grabbed the first thing his hands felt for, a thick pair of sweats. Cradling the clothes to his cold chest, he eased himself thru the broken bedroom door looking at the familiar print of the face left in the blood stains. He bit nervously on his bottom lip giving Laurent one more glance before heading to the front door.

Their shared apartment smelled of burnt coffee. As quickly as his hurting body would allow, he rushed to the kitchen flipping off the coffee pot. He dressed grabbing an old pair of shoes by the door on his way out of the apartment. Even with the door closed his heartbeat still didn't return to normal.

"What the hell happened?" He whispered to himself limping down the hallway towards the elevator.

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Laurent woke up snapping upwards from a nightmare. He was freezing and stumbled forward to shut the window. His hand ran across the crack in it trying to remember what happened. When he turned around the broken-bloody door jogged his memory.

"Oh my God!" He cried out dropping down to his knees. He'd crossed a line, an unforgivable line with the person he loved the most in the world. His hand ran up his face to the throbbing spot on his temple. Retracting his hand, he saw the dried blood.

"Larry!" He screamed sliding across the bed to see where his brother was. Every inch of the apartment was silent. Not in the bathroom where the blood trail started, not in the kitchen with the sickening smell of burnt coffee, Larry wasn't there.

His heart ached so badly that it physically hurt. He gripped his chest stumbling back into the bedroom. Hot tears started falling down onto his cheeks. "Larry, I'm so sorry." He cried out resting his bare back against the cold sheets.

There were rules to their relationship. He'd been so emotionally messed up behind trying to create a relationship with Lena that he'd lost himself.